Hiding From Sunlight - A Dystopian Role-Play

Gail turned restlessly on the couch; her subconscious was dredging up long-lost memories. She would forget them as soon as she woke up; she would have a feeling of deja vu, but she never remembered anything-except in her dreams. She tossed and turned as her dreams became more vivid. "noouu. No! NOO!" she whined, as she fell off of the couch and woke with a start. "Ow, my elbow." she remarked casually, stretching.
 
Gail turned restlessly on the couch; her subconscious was dredging up long-lost memories. She would forget them as soon as she woke up; she would have a feeling of deja vu, but she never remembered anything-except in her dreams. She tossed and turned as her dreams became more vivid. "noouu. No! NOO!" she whined, as she fell off of the couch and woke with a start. "Ow, my elbow." she remarked casually, stretching.
Frosty jumped in alarm as Gail dropped down next to him from the couch. "Humans and their dreams," he muttered crossly, then went back to preening his wing.
 
(I'm back! Sorry for being gone for so long. I probably won't be able to get on very often anymore, but I'll try!)

"It'll be okay, Violet. He's done this many times. It'll be over before you know it." Wren said reassuringly.
 
(Sorry I haven`t been on this RP guys.)
Matt turned to Violet, after sterilizing his knife, the syringe in his hand. "Would you sit down on that bed over there?" He asked, and a grin crept onto his face. "Don`t want you to pass out in the middle of the room." He said sarcastically, but the grin vanished. "It won`t hurt, don`t worry."
 
Violet had grown used to needles because of being experimented on. But just because she was used to them doesn't mean she liked them. She still detested them. But she didn't even want to think abut that horrible place where she had been experimented on. In fact, if she had had a phobia of needles before, it was nothing like the fear she had of them now. Nevertheless, she tried not to flinch at the sight of the syringe.
 
Violet had grown used to needles because of being experimented on. But just because she was used to them doesn't mean she liked them. She still detested them. But she didn't even want to think abut that horrible place where she had been experimented on. In fact, if she had had a phobia of needles before, it was nothing like the fear she had of them now. Nevertheless, she tried not to flinch at the sight of the syringe.
Matt walked over and bend down to be at her height. "Would you give me your arm?" He asked, holding the syringe ready.
 

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